homicidalgrapefruit
The true meaning of what she said at the time was distilled by the atmosphere in which she said, by the people that surrounded us, by my carefree, drunken mood. If I had known that she was seriously, which, looking back, her look said she was, then everything would be different.
hiding behind tiny little pixels,
talking only when you chicken-peck at the keys
who hurt you, dear?
who sent you running to the computer out of fear?
surely this misled deed
will warrant
the Wrath of God
nothing can save this soul.
In this moment, I could simply decompose. Just wither away and dissipate, my mind unraveling and coming undone at the seams. This melody is perfect enough to justify such a thing.
the desire passes through the firewall,
undetected in the midst of the storm,
but later revealed to the new possessor of the virus,
when he finds himself itching at a scab he thought was healed
picking and picking until he bleeds himself to death.
He. Simultaneously, the feeling shattered me and completed me. He, they called me. He as in boy, as in male, as in I was one. He. Perfection washed over my mind, and I basked in it as it overwhlemed me. To feel myself so strongly, over a single word.
He, they called me, and I was.